"Hmm..." The little beggar sniffed and became even more frightened.
Isn’t this porridge poisonous? Otherwise, why would the princess smile at him?
But he was really hungry, so he didn't care so much. He blew a few random breaths and wolfed down the porridge.
Soon the bowl reached the bottom. The little beggar licked the empty bowl and drank two more bowls of porridge before burping.
Xia Ziluo touched the little beggar's head with some distress and asked him: "Are you full?"
"Well, I'm full!" The little beggar said his thanks with a naive smile, but suddenly he fell to the ground.
His face turned pale and his body curled up, as if he was in great pain.
"What's wrong with you?" Xia Ziluo was frightened and ran over quickly.
"My stomach, my stomach hurts!" The little beggar rolled on the ground several times, holding his stomach, and suddenly ran away.
Before Xia Ziluo could react, the little beggar had already disappeared.
But the crowd became commotion.
People were angry but dared not speak, and they all stared at her with red eyes, as if they wanted to pounce on her and chop her into pieces.
The cold wind was biting and it made people's faces hurt.
However, the crowd near the porridge stall continued to boil, and the anger that had been squeezed out for a long time seemed to be no longer hidden and needed to be exploded.
The situation was chaotic and almost out of control, when the little beggar miraculously came back alive and kicking.
"I... was in a hurry just now, so I went to the convenience store..." He scratched his head in embarrassment, "Well, can I have another bowl of porridge?"
"Of course!" Xia Ziluo felt relieved after seeing that the little beggar was fine.
The little beggar took the porridge bowl and smiled mischievously at her: "Actually, I'm full, but those people seem to be scared."
"Well, thank you." Xia Ziluo was stunned for a moment.
Then she smiled, not dissing the little beggar's mess, and touched his head distressedly.
The little beggar's face turned red all of a sudden. After he drank up the porridge in embarrassment, he asked in a low voice: "Will... there be any more tomorrow?"
"certainly."
The little beggar nodded vigorously and was about to leave when he suddenly saw his two twin daughters standing behind Xia Ziluo.
"They look so cute!" The little beggar seemed to have thought of something and took out a feather shuttlecock from his dirty clothes pocket.
"Here you go!" The little beggar handed the feather shuttlecock to Murong Ze.
Murong Ze looked at his dirty little black hands, took two steps back and pouted unhappily: "Humph, they are so dirty, take them away quickly!"
"Sister, what is this? Why haven't I seen it before?" Murong Xin also hated the dirty little beggar, but she was curious about the shuttlecock in the little beggar's hand.
"This is a feather shuttlecock, you can kick it and play with it!" Xia Ziluo took the feather shuttlecock and kicked it boldly despite the attention of so many people.
I saw her feet flipping dexterously, and the shuttlecock seemed to have wings, flying up and down.
"I want it, I want it!" Murong Ze and Murong Xin were dazzled. They both hugged Xia Ziluo's thighs and looked longingly at the feather shuttlecock in her hand.
Xia Ziluo put the feather shuttlecock back into the little beggar's dark hand: "This is his! If you like it, just say thank you, and he will give it to you!"
"I don't want it!" Murong Ze pouted.
"I forgot to mention that you can't buy this thing even if you have money." Xia Ziluo told a little white lie.
"Really?" Murong Ze didn't seem to be that easy to deceive, his beautiful eyes flashed in disbelief.